Today was the day. I had put it off for one reason or another, but today was the day to try self-bondage in public. For some time I had dreamed of being helplessly bound in some public setting. I came up with the idea and had prepared for this day for a few weeks.

I started by getting dressed in my bondage outfit. Today I would be wearing a long sleeve black spandex body suit that sipped up the back, black leather corset, black leather thigh high boots with 5” heels and black leather opera gloves. I got into my leotards and corset and put on street clothes over them. In a large department store bag I placed my boots, gloves, wrist and ankle cuffs, pad locks, collar and a zip-lock bag with a large ice cube containing the key to my restraints.

I took a cab to the mall in the near by town. The mall was fairly crowded since it was just after lunch time. I walked through the mall to the movie theater and purchased a ticket for the afternoon show. This particular movie had gotten poor reviews so I hoped there would not be too many people in the theater today. I purchased a soda, went to the men’s room and poured it out and kept the cup.

After finding my theater I took a seat in the second to last row from the back. I had chosen this theater since the entrance was about eight or ten rows down from the last row of seats. The lights were dim and as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see that I was alone, for now. I placed the large ice cube with the key to my locks in the soda cup and put it behind my seat. There was a piece of dental floss tied to the key and to the chain I would use to cuff my wrists together behind my back. Once the ice melts I could reel in the key.

After the security guard poked her head in and looked around, I knew it was time to get changed. I slipped off my shoes, pants and shirt and put them in the bag. Then I put my boots on, the zippers seemed so loud in the empty theater. I slipped my gloves on and sat there for a minute to enjoy the feeling. I got up, grabbed the bag with my clothes and walked down a few rows and put the bag under one of the seats. Now I would be forced to retrieve my clothes some time before the end of the movie.

When I got back to my seat I grabbed my ankle cuffs. They were two inch leather cuffs, riveted between the ankles with “D” ring hasps on the outside of each ankle for locks. I leaned over wrapped the cuffs tightly around each ankle and locked then in with small padlocks. The cuffs forced my leg close together. I then strapped my legs tighter with a bondage belt wrapped tightly just above my knees. I put a 4” leather slave collar around my neck and locked it on. Next I put leather wrist cuffs on each wrist and grabbed the two remaining padlocks. I reached behind my back and locked my right wrist to one end of the chain and locked my left wrist to the other. I sat back against my arms and tried to relax in my bondage.

Just before the lights went out completely two girls walked in and sat down near the front of the theater. Fortunately they did not look back at me, there was still enough light to see my strange outfit and collar. This movie was some kind of love romance so hopefully there would not be too many guys coming in. Once the lights went out and the previews began a few more people came into the theater and found seats. Once the movie began I could not be sure how many people were in the theater.


About five minutes into the movie the door to the theater opened and some one walked in. From the outline silhouetted by the screen it looked like a woman, with a nice body. She walked toward the back of the theater, looking toward me, and sat down two rows in front of me. As excited as I was to be helplessly bound that close to her, I was glad she did not sit any closer. Then I realized that she, I hoped it was a she, had sat directly behind the seat where I stashed my bag of clothes.

I thought how am I going to reach under the seat in front of her to retrieve my clothes. I decided it would be an embarrassing situation but would have to be done. Then I thought what if she stretches her legs and notices the bag. She might return it to security or lost and found. How would that look, me walking into the lobby in my tights and boots to claim my clothes? Maybe this was not such a good idea after all.

Just when I thought I was going to be caught for sure she put on a pair of glasses. Then she took off the glasses, got up and moved way up towards the screen. I was so relieved to see her move and yet some what disappointed that she moved. The whole thing got me very exited; my hard on was straining the tight silky fabric of my tights. I found that if I rocked my hips forward and back it was almost like masturbating. I did this for a few more minutes; I stopped just short of release. I realized that if I was caught like this having a wet, sticky crotch would only add to my problems.

A little over an hour and a half had gone by. I had enjoyed my time in bondage but now I had to start to work on getting out. I figured the ice should have melted and I could reel in the key. When I pulled the key up to my hands I realized it was still frozen in most of the ice. I held the chunk of ice in my gloved hand and tried to figure out why it had not melted. Then I realized when I timed the large ice cube at home it was just sitting on the counter melting. Today I had placed it into a Styrofoam soda cup. The cup was acting like a cooler.

I held the chunk of ice in my hand to try to melt it, but I was wearing my leather opera gloves. I had to think of something quick, the movie was almost over. I then slid the chunk of ice under my ass, between my cheeks. I sat there for 15 or 20 minutes then pulled the key out from under my ass. With my fingers I was able to scrape off the last of the ice and began to work on the locks.

I removed the wrist cuffs and then the ankle cuffs and the bondage belt that was around my legs. I got up and retrieved my bag of clothes with out being seen. I returned to my seat and removed my gloves and slowly unzipped my boots. I got dressed and packed up my bondage gear. I sat there and enjoyed the last few minutes of a movie I had not paid much attention to. When the movie ended I got up and walked out into the lobby. I herd some one laughing at me from behind. My tights had soaked through the seat of my pants and from behind it looked as if I had peed on myself. All in all a successful afternoon of self-bondage and if anyone asks I enjoyed the movie.